#I was this close to being in a fanfic

[cordialsilence]

narrowly avoided a sapphic coming of age summer vacation forbidden love airport romance modern day romeo and juliet retelling

[seagreenstardust]

I cannot believe the canon bkdk dynamic though.

Katsuki, completely whipped, 100% on board to spend the rest of his life with Izuku, living the dream as heroes.

Izuku, completely oblivious to his own worth, oblivious to how Katsuki really feels about him now, just so oblivious to it all.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #61 Part 4

Danny woke up to a stream of sunlight on his face. The room was just as rich as he remembered, he stood up and stretched a bit before he heard a knock at the door.

It was Alfred bringing him a change of clothes, “Breakfast is ready, Master Danny. You can find the dining room down the hall to the left.” the old butler smiled at him. 

“You don’t have to call me Master, Alfred, I’m not your Damian.” Danny said, turning around to address him.

“Ah, yes, however you are still Master Bruce’s son, even from another world.” The butler gave him a cheeky smile.

Danny shrugged and headed to the bathroom to get changed. Once he was decent again, he headed down to the dining room. 

The room was just as fancy as the rest of the house with a chandelier and ornate vases. 

Danny noticed Damian and a few others already seated at the table. Damian wore what Danny could only assume was his rich kid school uniform. He sat across from Damian who made a small ‘Tt’ and turned away from him. 

Next to Damian was Tim who put away his laptop once Danny sat down. Tim was wearing a business suit, a dark red colored one. “Ah, you sleep much longer than Damian does, you must have been tired.” Tim smiled at him.

Also seated at the table and wearing a navy blue suit, was Bruce himself. He was drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

“Stop comparing me to him, Drake, I’m nothing like this imposter.” Looks like Damian still thought he was a clone. 

Whatever, he shrugged it off and filled his plate. 

“I don’t really have a lot of free time,” was all Danny said before he started eating.

Tim kind of watched him for a minute, he looked kind of shocked for a second, “You’re eating meat??” 

Ah so that was another difference between them, “again, I’m Danny, I’m not Damian.”

Damian scoffed, “So that’s what you call yourself, imposter.”

Danny gave Damian a tired sigh, looks like the him of this universe was a lot more prideful than he was. Danny went through way too much to carry the same, dying and being crown prince of the infinite realms wasn’t exactly something he was born into. Danny was a bit jealous if he was being honest with himself. 

“Damian, please at least attempt to be friendly. Danny is our guest for the meantime.” Bruce said, putting his newspaper down. He then turned his attention to Danny, “I know it isn’t ideal but I think it’ll be best for you to stay here until we can get you to your own world. I’m planning a trip to the Watchtower tomorrow so I can speak with some of my colleagues about the situation.” 

Danny sighed but nodded his head, “I get it, you can’t have two of us running around.”

“Quite, you’re more than welcome to go around the mansion and the grounds, I’d also like to invite you along to the Watchtower but we’d need to come up with a disguise for you, secret identity and everything.” Bruce continued after taking another sip from his mug, “Alfred will still take you out today to get some basic necessities for you. We’ll get you a proper disguise so you're able to go with him.”

Danny nodded again and continued eating. He thought things over as he ate, he technically had a disguise they could use for the Watchtower but Danny was still on the fence on what exactly he’d tell everyone here.

It wasn’t exactly an easy conversation to have, thankfully some more people arrived for breakfast.

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[frozen-seagrass]

Thinking about Mav being unsure of what Ice's eye color is

Of course he's not going to do the normal thing and ask the man, so he settles for finding ways to get up close and personal to try and see for himself without being obvious (-> he fails)

But every time he gets a close enough look they're different. One day they look blue but the next they look hazel. One moment they look brown but then he turns his head and a different light catches on them and they look almost green

It turns into one big game of "How close will he let me get? How much will he let me see?" And it's not until he's gotten to the point of being a breath away from Ice's face- close enough to brush lips- and standing under the bright white LEDs that he realizes that they're gray

[justaz]

arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what he’s reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as he’s asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.

the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelot’s library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlin’s eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc he’s gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that they’re cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big “fuck you” to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.

[kori-senpai]

Fanart for @honeydots Fire Emblem fanfic. I've been using it as a reason to fluke out of social interactions for the last two weeks and boy oh boy I will continue to do so >:)

[clowningcrows]

my god ive MISSED the feeling of being so intensely hyperfixated on smth (bonus points if its special interest related) that i feel a little bit like im losing my mind vibrating foaming at the mouth over it and can think of nearly nothing else except that thing

[eddiesghxst]

steddie x sensitive!reader where eddie’s ur best friend that you do ‘more than best friend’ things with and steve was the asshole at school that would tease you and always make you cry.

eddie knew about it but he didn’t know your bully was steve so when eddie and steve start working together and you stop by one day eddie doesn’t think much of it when u see steve and ur really jumpy and look like ur ready to bolt out of there because you’re often shy around strangers.

and steve doesn’t even fucking remember you and so when you leave steve is like “is she always that jumpy?? like was i being weird or??” and eddie just shakes his head and is like “nah she just has a hard time w strangers. some asshole used to tease the shit out of her in high school. she never told me who it was but the day i find out i swear i’ll hunt them down and strangle them myself.” and steve is like wow what kind of an asshole would do that to a girl like you??

because steve thinks you’re pretty and sweet and he likes you and he thinks he wants to ask you out but how will he do that when he: 1 - can’t seem to have a conversation with you and not scare you off 2 - is convinced you and eddie are definitely dating even if eddie says it’s not like that and 3 - can’t decide who he’s more jealous of when he sees how close you two are

because is that even normal? is it normal to like two people at the same time? is it normal to feel left out when you and eddie are snuggled together during movie night? is it normal to want to hold both of your hands, kiss both you, touch both of you??? iS iT ?!!?!

[bunnymadeofyarn]

and what if i said i'm writing an incredibly self-indulgent mike-centric byler secret relationship fic?

[cl4ssyjazzy]

I used to always leave a comment on a fic if I saw anything about my interests not being accurately described, but thanks to SVSSS, now whenever I get the urge to correct someone the face of Shen Yuan pops into my head like a ghost of Christmas Past and I avoid being the insufferable "Uuuum.... actually!!" Guy.

[nota1eks]

incorrect PHM twitter part 2 REAL??

you ever just exist in chemistry class then decide to plan phm stuff in your head instead of paying attention? me too

as always, if you want more, let me know. i'll bake y'all up some more

(if there's any weird time differences, forgive me!! i'm bad at reading HTML & worse at double-checking)

[daylightdunbar]

thiam — my house of stone, your ivy grows and now i’m covered in you

[yesterdayandtodayy]

An If I Needed Someone Excerpt From a New Scene I've Been Writing in my Rewrite Process, To Celebrate Almost Finishing Revisions on the Fic

“Knoxious, did you know that Cameron supports child labor?” Charlie asks as a form of greeting when Knox approaches the small corner table his friends have taken over on the second floor of the Barnard Library, an almost gleeful expression on his face as he stares up at Knox.

Much to Knox’s confusion, the question sends his friends into peels of laughter, all while Cameron’s face begins to turn an unflattering red from where he is sitting at the end of the table.

“Jesus Christ, how many times do I have to tell you guys, we don’t actually support child labor.”

Knox’s eyebrows scrunch closer together in confusion as he collapses into the open seat.

“I’m sorry, I know I’ve been stuck in the archives the last few hours doing research on my junior seminar paper, but what?” Belatedly, Knox registers the rest of what Cameron said. “And who the hell is we?”

Pitts lets out a loud snicker.

“Check your school email.”

Immediately, Knox takes out his phone from his back pocket and loads up his Gmail app. He scrolls through a few emails from students asking for him to proofread their first essay of the semester and a couple reminder emails about upcoming assignments for his own classes. Then, he comes across it. 

Admittedly, Knox probably would not have noticed the email in the slew of other emails in his Inbox, but once he opens it, he has to try his hardest not to start laughing.

It’s from an economics professor who is the club adviser for Columbia’s Economics Book Club, the same one Cameron runs that he has been trying and failing to get all of their friends to join since freshman year. 

It’s a recruitment email, but instead of starting off with some message about how the club is looking for new members excited to talk and learn about economics and public policy issues, the email starts with:

Is Child labor bad? Should we sell our organs?

Knox finds himself grinning as he sets down the phone, fixing Cameron with an exasperated look.

“Oh, Cameron. That- that is not a good look.”

A little giggle slips past Todd’s lips at the expression on Knox’s face, which is enough to send the rest of their friends into another laughing fit.

Cameron’s jaw drops indignantly.

“It’s supposed to be a hook!” he hollers helplessly, his verbal attempts at fighting for his life being drowned out.  

“Yeah, a hook that promotes child labor.” Charlie scoffs.

“You know, I think it is fitting to have that hook in there for the Economics Book Club,” Knox says when their laughter dies down, trying his hardest to keep a neutral face as all his friends turn their attention towards him, but especially when seeing the hopeful look coming across Cameron’s face. “Our unemployment rate in the US is horrible right now, and what can I say, the children yearn for the mines.” 

The reference to the online meme makes Pitts choke on his sip of water.

“The children yearn for the- Knox, what the hell!” Cameron hollers, and just like that, the table falls into chaos again.

[starrypawu]

whenever someone says they love my artsyle on an old drawing i always worry bc everytime i think "oh man have i drawn in that artstyle recently? has it changed a bit? is that what they wanna see??" and then i have to slap myself bc im not drawing for anyone else other than myself! !!!!!!!!

[shiraishi--kanade]

Another thing I need pjsk fandom to realize:

1) there are literal 10 years old (and younger) children in this fandom;

2) the percentage of these children in the fandom is MUCH, MUCH higher than every single one of you here on tumbrl think it is.

"why do people write so much for popular characters?" "why do people write for kudos only?" aside from the fact that the "write for yourself" is a self-perpetuating issue in every fandom and the fact that every writer deserves engagement with their works, it's because there are kids here. Who want to fit in and get praised for their creativity. Which they can only achieve by writing for popular stuff. So maybe take that into account.

[sillygoofyqueer]

How much more trauma can I hand to Wei Wuxian before he escapes?...Because I have one more idea, but I don't know if it's too much lmao (context here)